My Most Precious Wife

When Emily was sent to the hospital, she had already fainted.

Noticing the blood on her skirt, Henry wished he could kill himself! He never thought that things would turn out this way.

Perhaps Emily also didn't expect that. If she did, she would definitely not do this.

At one o'clock in the morning, the doctor came out of the operating room and shook his head at Henry.

Henry almost fainted and everything blurred immediately.

When the doctor returned and continued the uterine surgery on Emily, Ashton came up to Henry and said sadly, "Mr. Sharp... Please accept it."

Henry remained silent and leaned against the wall. He clenched his fists tightly with his knuckles turning white.

The child had gone! She lost her child!

He didn't want to accept it, but what could he do?

Emily was still lying on the bed unconsciously. She didn't know that she had already lost the child, did she?

All he could do was calm down and face the fact.

At around three in the morning, Emily woke up in the intensive care unit.

When she woke up, she only quietly looked at the white ceiling without any words or actions.

Only Henry was taking care of her in the room.

It seemed that everything had ended.

It was really quiet now, and she even calmed down.

"Emily..." Henry held her hand and tried to say something, but failed. He could not say a single word. He felt sad and painful. The moment he spoke, he almost lost control of himself.

"I heard... what the doctor and the nurse had said." Emily closed her eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheeks. It was all her fault. She was so capricious that her child couldn't come to the beautiful world. It was all her fault...

Henry's fingertips tensed. He tried to wipe away her tears, but his hand kept trembling. He failed. In the end, he gave up. He held her feeble hand tightly on his chest. "You're still young. Don't be afraid..." "Yes." That was the last word that Emily said. That night, she didn't say anything else.

As dawn approached, Emily had a high fever so doctors and nurses kept taking care of her.

At noon the next day, she finally recovered from the fever, but was still in a daze.

Henry kept staying by her side. From the first night to the third morning, he had just slept for less than two hours. He only took a nap when he was extremely sleepy, but he would immediately wake up. He was really uneasy and afraid that he wouldn't notice her wakeup, so he couldn't sleep well. Closing his eyes made him nervous, so he could only drink more coffee to keep himself awake.

Henry hoped that he could know it the moment she woke up. Then no matter what she wanted, he would be able to prepare it for her immediately. He forced himself to be awake for nearly three days, but finally he failed. Sitting the chair beside the bed, he slept for a moment.

When Emily woke up, the first thing she saw was dark circles under his eyelashes. He leaned against the chair, and even when he was sleeping, his sitting posture was very standard. Did you ever see someone sit so upright while sleeping?

He was sitting so upright just like that he would wake up at any moment. At least, he looked in high spirits, except for dark circles under his eyes that could not be concealed by any means.

In fact, she had not been completely unconscious these past three days. She could feel everything around her, but she didn't want to wake up. Because once she woke up, she had to face it. She did not have enough courage to face all of this. But now, perhaps, it was time to wake up.

She gently looked at her belly and touched it. The baby only left her temporarily, but one day, he would come back. Perhaps she was not strong enough and not qualified to protect him, so the baby chose to leave. She begged her baby to come back when she was strong.

She moved her upper body, and Henry, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly opened his eyes as if he had been frightened in his dream.

"You're awake?" Noticing that Emily was looking at him, Henry immediately became nervous.

"How is it? What's wrong? I'll call a doctor..."

She only held his hand gently and shook her head. There was no need to express all the appreciation out, but she would remember his kindness for the rest of her life. "You..." Only then did she know that her voice was such hoarse that she could not speak a word.

"Don't speak yet since you've just woken up. Take it easy."

Henry was still worried, so he called the doctor over.

The doctor examined Emily, "She is fine, but still a little feeble for sleeping too long."

"When can she drink water? Is it okay now? When can she eat? What can she eat? What does she need to avoid? Can I take her out for a walk? She hasn't been out for days. Also..." Emily lay quietly on the bed and looked at the man who was standing beside the bed and talking to the doctor. He used to joke and complain that he was going to be a babysitter.

At that time, she didn't think so. But now, she suddenly realized that Henry had unknowingly been taking care of her for a very long time.

Henry definitely would not say such verbose words in the past. When did they become so close?

She suddenly stretched out her hand, and when Henry saw it, he immediately stopped talking with the doctor and bent over to hold her hand.

"How is it? How do you feel? What do you want?"

Emily just looked at him and didn't say anything.

Henry didn't know what she wanted, so he could only ask the doctor for help.

The doctor looked at Emily and Henry, and sighed, "Now, as long as you are accompanying her, she will be fine."

They had lost their child, but at least, they still loved each other.

"You are still young, and you will have your child in the future. Take good care of yourself. Everything will be fine."

Henry was embarrassed. The doctor misunderstood that the child was his.

Emily nodded and forced to speak to the doctor, "I... will take good care of myself."

That day, Emily was still in her room.

Because she had slept for too long, and she was still very weak, so she could not go out.

Henry also stayed in the ward with her. Emily advised him to sleep for a while several times, but he refused.

Until ten o'clock in the evening, Henry held Emily to the bed to sleep, but he was still sitting on a chair and looking at her.

"I'm fine now. You should go to sleep as well." If he continued not sleeping, she suspected that he would get sick first. Henry shook his head, "I'm not sleepy. I'll sleep after I see you fall asleep."

However, she knew that even if she fell asleep, he would still not be willing to go to sleep.

After thinking for a while, she moved and left half of the bed empty, "You can sleep here for a while."

"No, I'm too big, and I may hurt you." Henry immediately refused.

"Then I won't sleep either." She would do what she said and even wanted to sit up.

Henry hurriedly pressed her back gently. Aware of her insistence, he was completely defeated.

He seemed to find it difficult to refuse her requests. At last, he lay down carefully on the other side of the bed.

But only he himself knew that he just wanted to appease her. When she fell asleep, he would get up.

Emily finally closed her eyes, but she felt a chilly aura rushing in from the door just as she closed her eyes...☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐